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Boy Meets World

If you were a 90s kid you probably grew up knowing about the hit abc series Boy Meets World. The premise of the show was about a boy named Corey Matthews, who navigated the perils of growing from a boy to a man, with his best friend (and total babe) Shawn Hunter, and Corey's first love, Topanga Lawrence. I recently binged on the show when I saw it was on Hulu and fell in love all over again. I’ve asked other women if they were team Corey or team Shawn, and to be honest, it’s a tough call. Both were adorable. Corey Matthews was an overall good guy. He was the epitome of the boy-next-door. He was also smart, goofy, loyal, and committed to Topanga Lawrence for the long haul. Then there was Shawn. Shawn Hunter was the bad boy. He had a rough life, but, he was the rebel with a good heart, which made him even hotter. He also had a sensitive side, and when he hooked up with his girlfriend Angela when the show went into its later seasons, I was hooked. I was definitely rooting for those two to last. Boy Meets World was one of those shows that represented a more innocent time. A time before technology and trashy television started taking over. I believe that’s what made it so special. It was a good, clean show about growing up. I wonder if there’ll ever be something like it to come around, again. It’d be a tough act to follow. 

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